A calling towards versus a calling to.

It’s wild to think that not long ago, I celebrated two years of living in Seattle.

I’ve been trying to be a novice more.

I feel an icy truth of surrender swirling in the clouds above my head.

I miss sharing anything and everything that poetically crossed my mind.

As a chronic over-thinker, I had to stop and think about this one (oh, the irony).

Feels like this:

A few weeks ago, I posted one of these, and someone commented, “they aren't really mandatory.”
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Well, of course not. But here’s why they feel gently mandatory for me…

Historically, Hawaii has been complicated for me.

I feel fall calling — softly, through the dancing leaves of summer.

If my presence, my confidence, my boundaries, or the space I take up makes you uncomfortable—but not unsafe—that’s not mine to hold. My existence is not a threat.

The Dolomites were better than I could have imagined. I’d spent just one day there in 2019, so I knew the craggy peaks would be beautiful.

My sister sent me a newsletter the other day, and tucked inside was this passing line: date your life decisions. It struck something in me- like recognition, like truth I hadn’t had words for until now.

A stranger recently commented on here that I was “gaining weight.”

Who doesn’t want to be loved? Who doesn’t crave the safety of a partner’s arms, the way someone else’s eyes can soften the edges of your day?

The onset of summer feels like freedom.

What if the most important thing we can do right now… is think more deeply?

How lucky I am…

Does quitting inherently make me a quitter?

Gotta hand it to Austria…
She knows how to take your breath away.